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Tis the season! It's a season for elegant ladies! Reputations dictated by the queen! Must be perfectly perfect Must meet every expectation May god save all our souls! Grosvenor Square, 1813 Dearest reader The time has come to place our bets For the upcoming social season! Consider the household of the Baron Featherington 3 misses foisted upon the marriage market Like sorrowful sows by their tasteless and tactless Mama Is she to breathe mama? When I was your age I could fit my waist into an orange and a half and so shall you! Tighter Tighter?! Oh, oh. Far better odds might exist In the household of the Viscountess Bridgerton A shockingly prolific family SongtexteKnown for its bounty of perfectly handsome sons And perfectly beautiful daughters Ugh, I'm boiling in this dress already Are you to complain the entire time, Eloise? Well, what else am I good for? I feel like a princess Do I look like one? Hyacinth, do you wish to know what I think you look like? Benedict! And where's the lovely Daphne? She's only been getting ready all evening Only her whole life Well, I'll go fetch for her No, I'll go fetch for her She likes me better than you anyway Ugh, and who says that? Well everyone says that Ugh, DAPHNE! YOU MUST. MAKE. HASTE! (Sigh) Should you think she heard me? How very perfect indeed This is only the beginning Of the life that I'll be living I'm dreaming of a match for love Just like Mama and Pa had done So Father, if you're looking down from above I'm marrying for love Tis the season, it's the season for elegant ladies Must be marvelous down to every seam Must be perfectly perfect, with impeccable reputations So may she save us all! Where is he? Ugh, if your brother is to be obeyed as Lord Bridgerton He must act like Lord Bridgteron! Benedict, where is Anthony? Huh, I do not know Just hold me closer now Our time is running out Sienna, you know it's half-past nine! My lord, just stop the time! Just put it in your pocket, and lock it away You know I cannot stay Sienna, my duties they await So I'll see you Saturday Okay There's a reason, there's a reason for all of this crazy The only word that matters is the Queen's! Today is a most important day And for some, a terrifying one For today is the day London's marriage-minded misses Are presented to Her Majesty, the Queen To the Queen! Presenting: Ladies Prudence, Philipa, and Penelope Featherington All escorted by their mother The right honorable Lady Featherington (No my foot, ugh) Your Majesty We're as perfect as we seem Not the cake but with the cream Think I forgot how to breathe! A glimmer of displeasure And a young lady's value plummets to unthinkable depths Presented by her mother The right honorable Viscountess Bridgerton Miss Daphne Bridgerton Don't trip, don't falter Just make it to the altar Don't break, don't crumble Make certain you're perfectly humble Show Her Majesty, the Queen That I'm more than worthy Don't you let it show that you're more than nervous Finally, I'm living with a purpose Must be calm and cool, collected at the surface Must be perfectly perfect She's perfectly perfect Must be perfectly deserving She'll be the diamond of the season Don't trip, don't falter Just make it to the altar Must be perfectly perfect It's a season, it's a season for all of the ladies It's a season, ah Perfectly perfect Must be- Flawless, my dear Did that really just happen? Aus Songtexte Mania